SWAN LAKE - no edits

A body in motion

Translating sound into

Action, stepping bowing

Then momentarily,

She flies.

 

 

A perfect, graceful sight

Muscles taut, try to keep

Pace with a mind, that

Not even gravity

Can corrupt.

 

 

Her torso sculpted by

Dedication, passion,

Anger and pain, so that

She may perhaps go on

To fly again.

 

 

Floating through the air like

Water, black and sombre;

But she dies in the end,

Old age clipping her wings

 

© 7 months ago, Nigel Bangert

Done